![]() wind chillA Poem by Count Humilus![]() silence of me![]() Why am I still cold when it’s so warm inside? Do the noises ever make you lift your blankets to hide? Slowly peering out my window at a spark deep in the dark Past the moon and stars my thoughts are forcefully sent through people, buildings, trees… Straight into your car. You’re sitting next to a new person that is in love with you. You swerve as you get goosebumps when you feel me saying, “I love you too” Why do I speak to the night? Is it because I know at the end of the day, It’s just you, shades of black, the sky, my mental rain to wash me away? Why I am locked in this frigid cardboard box? Have the riots all been lead and lost? Swift with deep thoughts Yelling deep into the open Lessons learned, kilometers in the open salty water from an engraved urn. “Into the night dear friend, no reason to be afraid, no reason to let the end be the end… Do as I have, raise hell…Your memory will never be lost.” © 2009 Count HumilusReviews
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4 Reviews Added on March 23, 2009 Author![]() Count HumilusDriftingAboutMy interests include: Writing things Old cameras Records Raw Fish Typewriters Bernard Tapie Anglo Concertinas Instillations Filming movies The Pacific ocean .. more..Writing
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